In my eyes I see colors
In my eyes I see intricate patterns
In my eyes I see fractals and geometric heaven
In my eyes a railroad hurries on twists and turns
In my eyes there’s a psychedelic sock hop

In my head I miss the details
In my head I paint a false portrait
In my head I worry about petty mistakes

But it is
In my mind I escape them
In my mind I become part of the beauty
In my mind I can become anything I want
For it is
In my mind where I hold that power.